I think I may have been a nudist pretty much all of my life, though I did not come from a nudist family. Early in life, as young as six, I remember taking off my clothes anytime I got the chance, but always alone. My father was Air Force, so we moved around quite a bit. Tennessee, Arkansas, California, New Hampshire, Oklahoma, and I always found places I could go outdoors, be alone, and be naked, but never really understood how I felt about being naked until a summer in Arkansas. About a mile from our home there was a small pond where my brother, sister, and I would frequently go fishing. We took an old picnic table top to the pond once, nailed a couple of small logs to it, and created a sort of outrigger boat. It was fun. When I was about 13, I was at the pond by myself one day and decided to row around for a little while.
1. Start early with family nudism
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Becoming a nudist family - how to get started? About a week ago I took my boys 13 and 11 to visit my brother's family while we were in town. We live several hours away from each other and have pretty busy schedules, so shamefully this was the first time we had been to their place in about 5 years. A few days prior, my brother got in touch to let me know that he and his family had adopted a nudist lifestyle, and to ask if i'd be comfortable with them being nude during our visit. I was quite shocked, but not wanting to be an imposing guest, I told him that would be fine. We arrived and the boys went upstairs to play with their cousins while we sat downstairs and got caught up. Eventually the topic came around to his new lifestyle. I like to think i'm a pretty open minded guy, and the way he described its many benefits was starting to arouse my interest, but I didn't see it being something my boys would be too keen on.
Because life is better without clothes
Holidays with my wife have always been about compromise - she wants to fit as much as possible into the time, while I'm more about taking time out and relaxing. For me, the purest relaxation comes from nude recreation. Even me being nude in the house was cause for her embarrassment. Over time, our respective comfort has adjusted and my wife is now more surprised to see me clothed at home and incidental nudity amongst our family is no big deal see Violence or nudity? Questioning Parenting Priorities. Over the years we had discussions, often ending in arguments, about my enjoyment of nude recreation and my desire to be able to share that joy with my family. During one of these discussions, I expressed my observation that many couples seemed to come to accept nudism later in life and that I feared we too may miss out on years of opportunity due to her fearing even trying it once. Finally, we had an understanding, and my wife agreed that she would try it - once. A number of potential opportunities came up in the following years, but I was patient in wanting to provide the best first-time experience possible. Sunland Holiday Village had always seemed the ideal first-time place.
It was pouring rain when they arrived at the Long Beach Island rental house. Craig and the girls huddled on the porch, while Elaine jiggled the key in the lock. She hoped it was the wrong house, but the key turned and the door opened onto a stuffy mildew-smelling living room with dark paneled walls and a matted green shag rug. Craig said nothing, which seemed worse than criticism. She switched on a lamp that was encrusted with seashells, mostly clam, some chipped and broken. He gave her a look then headed back outside.